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// Which Way Did He Go? Part 3 
// Story: Fallout: Equestria - Lovely New Pegasus 
// by No one is home 
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Which Way Did He Go? Part 3

“Wait, they're just baby radscorpions?”  Princess is just not picking up on what I’m laying down.  Which is prolly why she has that scrunched up confused face.  “We’re not even low on ammo.  
You just robbed the general store yesterday.  Okay, totally justified, yes.  But we can just take out the radscorpions and just cross the bridge!”

“That bridge is a caravaner toll booth, Zena.”  I can’t help but laugh as I move off the actual road.  “They call it ‘Taint Creek’ for a reason.  The source of the radiation is right up under the old bridge.  Caravaners used to just go around it , there’s a ford upstream.  The mercenaries get to earn their caps.  The caravaners get to sell extra rad away.  Welcome to the road to lovely New Pegasus.”

“Are you actually remembering things, or just talking to yourself?  Are you talking to us?  Because I feel justified in asking that question, Sugarcube.”  Jackie is a straight talker.  Also a straight roller.  As in she just straight up rolls up on me like that.

“This is my route.  And yeah, I know I’m talking out loud.” I turn over each trail marker as I pass it.  Cause how else is the next guy gonna know this is an active route.  “Maybe you listen to me, maybe you don’t.  How else can I tell you anything if I don’t pour water down yer throat?  I can’t make you drink though.”

“Yeah, why are we followin’ this pony again?”  Princess displays a disturbing lack of faith.

“I ain’t following him, Sugarcube.  I follow the same route to Prim when I make my reports to the sheriff every week.”  Jackie’s screen display’s her favorite ‘honest smile’.  I like Jack-E… not like-like… ain’t gonna make it weird, but I feel like she ‘gets’ me.  “This has been a busy week.”

“The way he executed those Powder Gangers… I get the anger.  It’s why I shot Slim.  But he was…” Princess pauses, like she doesn’t know the word.

“Cruel.  He’s cruel.  I’m making my weekly report.  I suppose given being exiled from Goodsprings, my route is gonna get a lot shorter from here on.”  Hey that rock has a smiley face, Courier #9 has been this way!  I flip it and scratch my own little mark.  “The real question, Ms. Zena is why are you following him?”

“I don’t know, ya know?”  They just keep talking, the crossing point is just a bit further.  Nine is okay, though.  That was a weird series of orders all going to one place all via separate couriers.  What happened to me was a one off.  Nine made it back.  “My folks just kinda dropped me off in town when I was a filly.  Down on their luck caravaners, and they swore they was coming back for me… maybe they tried.  I don’t know.  But I know raiders damn good and well.  If they gave up that caravaner, next time they came around it was gonna be me.  I was already looking to run away.”